There was this one woman who brought her dog to the beach. It was always just around 5:00 when almost all the mothers and kids had gone home to dinner and only the people who liked the quiet and the evening and its cooler sun were around.
He knew he should ask her to leave. Dogs were not allowed on the beach. It said so, loud and clear, on the sign next to the parking lot. But she didn’t come from the parking lot. She walked around the muddy border of the lake.
Still, someone had already told her. Marcie had told her in no uncertain terms. She had been wearing her whistle and the red shirt with Quinnebaug Lake on it. Official.
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